I am not sure if this is a sermon or a confession, because of the sins I will describe I have also been guilty. The thoughts of empty words have been rumbling in my heart for some time now. This rumbling is not just for a sermon or post but is also the conviction of the Holy Spirit to bring me into a better alignment with the image of Jesus—to be like Him. So, let my lesson of empty words be your lesson as well.
It is hard to believe we are in our third month of 2018 but time marches on. Time flies by and there is much to do in the work of the Kingdom of God. I am more conscious than ever to be about the Father’s business and I want to be careful to stay in His will day by day. I don’t mind being busy just as long as I am flying with God; it is of no value to be flapping our wings for no good purpose. This means that we have to occasionally say no and that always leaves someone disappointed. The urgent thing is not always the best thing.
“I must work the works of Him who sent Me while it is day; the night is coming when no one can work” (John 9:4 NKJV).
Some people have a problem when they hit thirty years of age. Not me, it was forty for me. When you reach the age of your father when you were born, your father will be double your age. That was the magical number for me. I was forty and my Dad was eighty. To me, it was like a billboard saying my life was half over. Yes, my Dad was still active and in pretty good shape at eighty but he was getting older. By the way, he had maybe five good years after that and died when he was just a few days shy of ninety.
The story of the Exodus was a pivotal point in Israel’s history. Moses had led the Children of Israel out of Egyptian bondage by the power of God. When they came to Mount Sinai, God gave Moses the instruction and the pattern to follow in building the Tabernacle and all of its furnishings. “And see to it that you make them according to the pattern which was shown you on the mountain” (Exodus 25:40 NKJV).
In my childhood, I grew up on a dirt road which was paved when I was about nine or so. During this early time, many of the roads out in the country were dirt. On wet winter days the roads would become a miry mess. I remember our school bus getting stuck on one of those old dirt roads. Even back in those days, all the roads were ditched, meaning the county had cut ditches on both sides of the road to carry the water away which kept the roads from washing away. Our paved roads today also have ditches to take the water away from the roadway. We rarely notice the ditches but they are important. So what do ditches have with praying?
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I had a great Journey with Jesus to India in the middle of January. I was gone for the most part of eleven days. The journey to and from India is quite an ordeal because it is literally on the other side of the world.